you were staring me down in the living room, anger flushing your face red as your eyes latched onto the suitcase and bags in my hand.
you kept insisting that i give you reasonable answers to your questions, insist that im doing this to be "different" when im just normal, insist that i lie for attention.
i just smiled and walked through the door, ears numb to the roaring yells erupting from inside the house.
goodbye, mother.
